He Died With His Boots On

My transplant coordinator called this morning, said she’d gotten through to the cutaneous T-cell lymphoma (which I am here-ever-after calling CTCL because writing it out is too damned much work) expert and that I should expect a call from him today. Sure enough, at 6:30 this evening he called. He said he’d gotten all kinds…

Too much time on my hands today. It’s a “regular” work day, in that I have to be in the office, but except for an early morning problem, I’ve not been called on to do anything, nor do I expect to be for another few hours. The plan was originally to put the Christmas lights…

Actually, the title has nothing to do with anything, but then again, neither does this entry. Friday was supposed to be my “easy” day at work. The shifts end early Fridays right now, so I should be able to leave early myself. It didn’t work out that way. Instead of leaving around 3:30, I didn’t…

I like to check in with my site meter once in a while, and see who’s been visiting and how they found their way here. Some IP#’s have become old friends, and while I can’t rattle anybody’s number off from memory yet, I do now recognize a few old stalwarts, like McMurdo or a couple…

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Yeah, I know. Nothing for a month, then overwhelming drek. I found this while waiting for my cardamom cookies to cool enough to glaze; I just hope I can embed it on Dear Diary: